Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21 | 2012-12-29 06:34:38 | 121.86 | 99% |
| 18 | 2012-12-29 06:28:46 | 111.05 | 96% |